Ohhh, yeah. Always that little last-minute whatever. The stereotype is the man waiting for the woman; in our house it’s always her waiting for him, and always has been. There’s a thousand things he must just see to, a second before we leave the house.
Ohhh, yeah. Always that little last-minute whatever. The stereotype is the man waiting for the woman; in our house it’s always her waiting for him, and always has been. There’s a thousand things he must just see to, a second before we leave the house.